Barbara Terry (4/28/2008 11:28:00 PM)
When my mother had me committed to a residential treatment center when I was 12 years old, for simply being me, all I had was ther music. My thoughts of pain were drowned out in the lyrics and the beat of the music playing. The Beatles, Elvis Presley, The Eagles, The Rolling Stones, Tommy James and the Shondells, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and many, many more, let me escape the pain of being separated, abandoned, and disowned, and I had never done a single thing wrong.
Music was my only escape, because no one cared why I was there, all they knew is they had power over me. Remember ESPN CHICK, the song always remembers when, no matter if the remembering is painful or joyful, the song remembers when. Thank you for sharing.
Love & hugs,
Barbara |
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